Seeing that the Zhao soldiers were staggering and about to fall, Sima Cuo did not take advantage of the victory and pursue him. Instead, he used his horse again to take advantage of the opportunity to take another two steps forward. At this moment, another long sword came towards Sima Cuo's left side.
With a "dang" sound, Sima Cuo's long sword in his left hand came first and then forced Zhao Jun's long sword back again.
Seeing that there were only a few steps left, even Zhao Kuo's facial features were blurred, but Sima Cuo didn't feel any joy in his heart, and his molar teeth only clenched tighter.
Just when Sima Cuo was about to take the last few steps forward, Sergeant Zhao, who had just been delayed for a moment by the Qin army's warriors, finally caught up and, waving the long knife in his hand, was about to strike directly at the back of Sima Cuo's head.
The long knife danced, and with a "hu" sound, a strong wind followed.
As if feeling the coldness on the back of his head, Sima Cuo lowered his head slightly at this extremely critical moment.
There was another "dang" sound, which was the loud sound made by the collision of the long knife and the helmet.
The helmet made of fine iron was immediately smashed to the ground, and there was an eye-catching knife mark on it, which almost penetrated the thick helmet. It was obvious that the force was strong.
Although the sharp long knife was struck by the helmet, the huge impact still hit Sima Cuo's head hard through the helmet. Coupled with the huge noise made by the collision of the long knife and the helmet, it directly shocked Sima Cuo's head and became dizzy. Even his bun was broken up. Sima Cuo, with disheveled hair and dirt all over his body, looked like a beggar.
On the battlefield, any small negligence may lead to the loss of body and head, let alone someone like Sima Cuo who was beaten to pieces. Now Sima Cuo has been heavily besieged, not to mention the surrounding Zhao army. Maybe let this great opportunity pass.
Sima Cuo, who was as dizzy as a beggar, was soon besieged from all sides by the Zhao army.
The long knife penetrated the flesh, bringing out a piece of blood. Sima Cuo, who was in pain, instinctively waved the long sword in his hand, swept it along the angle of the long knife's invasion, and successfully forced back the bloody long knife.
But on the other side, another long knife rubbed against the exquisite armor, making a harsh sound.
Sima Cuo instinctively struck another blow with his backhand, forcing Zhao Jun back again.
But almost at the same time, there was a "puff" sound, and from another direction, a long knife passed through the gap in the armor and broke through Sima Cuo's defense again.
The long sword in his left hand that he had just withdrawn was handed out again. Now both his left and right hands have been sent out, and the door in the middle is completely wide open!
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. Although Sima Cuo had already realized the vacancy in the middle, he quickly pulled back his hands to defend again. Unfortunately, no matter how fast his reaction was, he could not get faster than Zhao Jun, who had been watching eagerly from the side!
God's head had just calmed down, and he stared blankly at the desperate scene in front of him.
I saw that under the hot sunlight, the dazzling silver sword shone with a breathtaking cold light. The cold light almost covered the entire sun, and then darkness fell before my eyes.
It was only then that Sima Cuo took back the left sword and the right sword. Facing the front, they scanned each other, and several wails accompanied by the sound of iron friction suddenly appeared directly in front of Sima Cuo.
I think Zhao Zu, who came to the surprise attack, also paid the price he deserved.
A Zhao Jun had just been eliminated, but Sima Cuo was not feeling well here either. The black in front of his eyes was soon covered with blood red. A heartbreaking pain spread from his left eye to the corner of his mouth, and then went straight into his heart.
I tried to open my eyes slightly, but the left side was already blurry. Needless to say, it must have been damaged by the long knife. Fortunately, the right eye was still intact.
However, Sima Cuo's situation became increasingly difficult.
The blood on his face was bubbling outwards, sliding down his stoic face to his chin, and then slowly dripping on the horse's back, plus two deep wounds on his waist and back. Sima Cuo knew very well that if he continued like this, within three or five rounds, even if he was not stabbed in the vital part, he would completely lose his fighting power due to excessive blood loss.
Seeing that Zhao Kuo was already close in front of him, Sima Cuo would not be reconciled if he fell here!
I took the time to take a look at the hanging
With the long bow on his chest, Sima Cuo knew that he had no choice!
The legs crushed the war horse again, and the war horse seemed to feel the owner's will to die. It looked up to the sky and hissed, filled with endless sorrow. Then it worked hard with all four hooves, regardless of the cold light in front of it, and walked straight Then he rushed forward.
At the same time, Sima Cuo on the war horse also danced his arms crazily, and the sword in his hand was danced to the extreme by Sima Cuo. In the air, swords and swords, swords and swords, burst out bursts of sparks, clanking sounds, and again It seems to be playing an exciting piece of music.
It's a pity that two fists can't beat four hands, not to mention that Sima Cuo faces more than four hands? From time to time, another wound would appear on Sima Cuo's body, hands, back, and legs. But Sima Cuo was still moving, although it was getting slower and slower, he was getting closer and closer to Zhao Kuo!
The battle in the middle has stalled, and the last warrior has fallen to Mo Dao. Zhao troops from all directions have surrounded Sima Cuo.
With only one eye left, Sima Cuo's perspective has become very narrow, not to mention that now he will no longer pay attention to the situation in the middle - you can come from all directions, I will only go all the way.
Where to go?
In Sima Cuo's eyes, there was only Zhao Kuo, a figure that was getting bigger and clearer. Closer, closer!
"Jiujiu, Lao Qin, fight against the national calamity together!"
This slogan was finally shouted out by Sima Cuo!
Because, two hundred and fifty steps, the furthest distance Sima Cuo can shoot has already been reached! ! !
As the word "difficult" burst out, Sima mistakenly took out the sword in his hand, and then took it out. The two powerful and heavy weapons directly missed the Zhao soldiers. The Zhao soldiers in front did not dare to be careless and started to rush. To avoid.
But this played right into Sima Wrong's plan!
In the midst of lightning and flint, the long bow hanging on his chest was already held in his left hand. At the same time, a long arrow was tightly held in his right hand - specially prepared for Zhao Kuo. Arrows full of poison!
Take the bow and set the arrow, all in one go!
However, the hands that had been wielding swords and knives for a long time began to spasm unconsciously at this time. In addition, only the right eye could be used, which added to the difficulty at this most critical moment.
But the people of Lao Qin will never be knocked down by difficulties. Even in this moment of life and death!
Taking a deep breath, Qiangzi used absolute self-control to steady his convulsing hands. At the same time, his eyes were fascinated, and they suddenly opened their eyes to face the frightened or horrified eyes of many Zhao soldiers - drawing the bow, aiming, and firing in one go!
